on 11-02-2021 14:04
on 15-02-2021 16:33
on 15-02-2021 16:33
Such amazing talent here. Vivid imagery and like they each tell their own story.
I remember when I was at school and we went to the London dungeons and they told us the true meaning of "ring a ring o roses". Certainly made a few people cringe 😅
butterfly
The jewel like butterfly lands on a flower.
She gently flutters her delicate wings.
The colours gleam in the morning sun,
She basks in the warmth it brings.
First its lavender, roses to,
The heady scent draws her,
Guides her to every nectar rich flower.
Flowers sustain her,
Each colourful petal,
Hides a perfect jewel.
Pollen dusts her tiny feet,
As she dances from flower to flower.
15-02-2021 17:15 - edited 15-02-2021 17:22
15-02-2021 17:15 - edited 15-02-2021 17:22
I`ve never been to the London Dungeon but always wanted to go.
I love butterflies, as I know others do, and I know we have some keen gardeners [not me, hopeless at even trying to grow anything both in the past and now ] on here, so I`m sure, like me, they`ll appreciate your lovely warm poem.
15-02-2021 17:51 - edited 15-02-2021 17:57
15-02-2021 17:51 - edited 15-02-2021 17:57
Zoo Time II
[part I here ]
The haggis has two short legs on its left side
And two much longer legs on its right
To run around the mountain side
In the dead of night.
Lycanthropic sheep howl at the moon
To scare the preditary wolf
The vegan fox lives on plants
Not chickens in the coop.
Ice monkeys live in the Arctic
(In Africa they would melt).
The perfumed skunk`s spray
The sweetest scent e`er smelt.
Transfusion bats don`t drink blood
(Like the vampire bat)
But lick up blood, bite
And inject it back.
You`ve never seen these?
Oh never mind
They only ever live
In my crazy mind.
on 15-02-2021 18:02
on 15-02-2021 18:02
A beautiful poem about butterflies @Pennywren I can just imagine them now, and can't wait to see them back in my garden.
Loved your imagination with The Zoo part 11.
Really weird and wonderful creatures living in your mind.
Veritas Numquam Perit
on 15-02-2021 18:24
15-02-2021 18:31 - edited 15-02-2021 18:32
15-02-2021 18:31 - edited 15-02-2021 18:32
The hunt
The full moon glows gently,
Her face turned to the earth.
On silent wings an owl flies past,
The only movement on darkened night.
Wings cut through the air,
Silent, precise.
The owl perches on a post,
Head turning side to side.
A silent sentinel,
Biding its time,
Waiting for opportunity.
A moment of stillness,
Golden eyes flash.
A minute rustle on the grass,
Barely audible.
With a flash the owl takes flight,
Talons extended,
The owl will feed well tonight
16-02-2021 20:46 - edited 16-02-2021 21:45
16-02-2021 20:46 - edited 16-02-2021 21:45
The hunt was inspired by numerous wildlife programmes and hearing the odd lone cry of an owl at night when the night is at its most silent.
on 16-02-2021 21:31
on 16-02-2021 21:31
Excellent work @Pennywren I particularly liked the one about the owl. Really captured the moment.
Veritas Numquam Perit
on 16-02-2021 21:36
on 16-02-2021 21:36
With my love of nature, I really liked your poem about the owl @Pennywren which brings back memories of TV programmes I`ve seen of what you vivdly describe. . Have owls ever featured in any of your beautiful craftwork [I`m just curious] ?
on 16-02-2021 21:40